I don't know where I am, but its a Goosebumps novel waiting to happen.
You told the cops that they couldn't arrest you because they weren't hot enough to fuck
I'm tempted to see how fat I can get before he leaves me. It's obvious we're playing a game of chicken here.
He just walked in our room casually and said "big girls are hungry"
It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
Well that's another check off the sexual bucketlist of things I never wanted to experience.
She told me she was eating frosting, then I got the weirdest boner ever
trying to figure out what happened last night by looking around the apartment.
naked man under the piano. THE PLOT THICKENS.
I'm drunk in a place called Lick-A-Chick. PS. It's not a lesbian hot spot, they sell chicken.
But I did spend part of my morning scrubbing your cum off my grandmothers piano.
YOU MAKE ANAL SEX SOUND LIKE A SPORTING EVENT
last night we were hooking up when all the sudden he just murmured "mm blonde". i don't know what to think about this situation.
He called me dainty, then fucked me like the Viking God he is.
Sometimes I get confused on who I really actually know and who's lives I just know everything about via internet. Its a fine line
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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